The Year Long Story, Sentence #13

Pamela Beckford

I don’t know what happened next, but I woke up at the circus dressed as a clown, with a guy named Dinky.

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3 thoughts on “The Year Long Story, Sentence #13

  1. Putty nose aside, the clown gear was only vaguely reminiscent of the trauma I suffered as a nine year-old sitting in the front row of a circus and witnessing three hideous monster-clowns emerge from a mini-car that looked far too similar to the model included in the Barbie Dream House I had been presented with on my last birthday.

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